#tothevoid-andback

[thecacklingcrow]

Of Wayward Crows and Lions

Zevran watches the scruffy blonde from across the tavern and decides to give it a shot. He's had surprising luck here in Ferelden. Turns out the locals just aren't quite as vocal about lovemaking in public as Antivans are, but that is where the differences end. Many are more than willing to join Zev for a good time.     He finishes his ale and walks the short distance to lean by the man's table, not quite touching and juuuust outside of elbow room. He has no idea who it actually is. "I couldn't help but notice out of everyone here, you have the most stunning eyes....I...hope my compliment does not bother you? If it does, I have no qualms going back to my table without a fuss.”

[nyf-archive]

“ i’m scared ” - Anders @ (your) Fenris

Mage hunters weren’t too rare anymore, not with all the nonsense that’s been going on since the whole start of the ‘mage war’ here in Kirkwall, but this...this was different. Someone had to give up some sort of information for a large scale invasion like this. Hawke had given him the strict order of keeping Anders protected. Though he didn’t always agree with what was happening, he would do as he was told. Well...and for other reasons.

On their way out of town, though, they got their asses handed to them. Apparently the sewers had already been checked and lined with forces to take out any that tried to flee. Well, they ended up with Fenris’ fist through their chests, both of them bloody and battered. He could tell that the mage’s mana was waning, so he knew he had to get them to safety and quick. He lead them as quickly as he could to the coast, and when they found the many caverns littering the way, he used the last of his strength to pull a boulder in front of the opening, closing them off from the rest of the coast.

The words that spilled from the mage’s lips caused his brow to furrow, his bright blue irises flickered from the blood dripping down his arm to the man who stood behind him, backed into the end of the cavern. “...you, scared? Perish the thought.” He spoke softly before half carrying, half dragging his sword with him towards the blonde healer. “Stay quiet...they’ll more than likely be looking for us.” He groused before motioning for him to get as far back as he could. “I have an idea should they find us, but let’s not hope it gets to that. Hawke will use their mabari to track us down, no doubt...so for now, save your strength. I....will protect you.”

[duelbladed]

@tothevoid-andback

“Sooo... the Champion of Kirkwall, huh?” Atlas looked at Garrett with raised eyebrows as he dealt out some cards. For a few moments, he was completely silent; something he’d probably later attribute to ‘building suspense’ but, truthfully, he was a bit of a loss at what to say. Hawke had become a bit of a legend, as they do, and even with the current position Atlas was in... it was still terribly strange to him. Eventually, though, he broke the silence. “How are you holding up?” A simple (yet possibly loaded) question? Yes, probably, but Atlas asked it in a very genuine way. Of course, that didn’t mean that he was expecting Hawke to open the floodgates; it just felt nice to ask that as opposed to prying into the past and overstepping boundaries. That would be terribly embarrassing!

[mortuusbellator-archive-blog]

@tothevoid-andback  ||  DISCOVERED the EMERALD KNIGHT

ACCOMPANIED BY TWO wolves did the male pace idly, his eyes of a honeyed tone scanning the surroundings in which were still basked in the beauteous early morning sunlight. Stunning, in truth - and never did he tire of the views Thedas could offer up to those rising early enough to see. WHAT HE HAD not expected while wandering was to come across a camp - one with some variety of soldiers lingering and working. At a distance did the elf stand, silently continuing to observe the workings of those before him; until a voice came from behind and he froze, turning only his head; “I mean no harm-”  

[loadeddeck]

15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking? - Hawke

@tothevoid-andback

I would say that Hawke is okay at cooking, maybe not her strongest suit, but she’s not incompetent and since she can be extremely patient she’s never burnt anything. Maybe her flaw in cooking is she’s almost too attentive and focused that cooking becomes a single minded task. Her foods aren’t anything to call home about, but she can cook up some very ugly looking wildlife into something stomachable.

[loadeddeck]

35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure? - Cullen

@tothevoid-andback

Cullen doesn’t have a lot of guilty pleasures. He’s a pretty straight forward, but I suppose playing Wicked Grace with everyone else is a guilty pleasure. He knows he’s bad at it and the gambling is not great - and he’s too much of a high roller. But despite the risks and the scandals he faces if he loses, he enjoys it very much. Unguilty pleasure would be helping out those around him, he enjoys feeling useful, even more so when he’s coming down off the lyrium. Helping people is distracting and beneficial to most parties.

[nighttimefriend]

“Only fools and trouble come out to these parts at this hour.” - Fenris

“Oh?” The elf hummed at Fenris playfully, stopping in her tracks in the desolate street, “Which one does that make you?”

Ny’Ari turned around to face him; her hood still shadowing most of her face. The darkness masking her surprise at the marking on his skin. Those weren’t from any Gods she knew of. Not Dalish – then what? It wasn’t as if she could ask him – she did not know him – unless this elf was drunk, then she could pry. Coax it out with a pint or two of ale. Alas, she only had some Sun Blonde Vint in her flask for emergencies and she didn’t feel like sharing – not that the man would willingly accept it. 

[dionadaiir-a]

BETWEEN YOU AND THESE BONES STARTERS

Accepting.  @tothevoid-andback​ said:  ‘ forgiveness does not take up much room ’ - Hawke  

The bustling of the Herald’s Rest nearly drowned out Hawke’s voice, but it was so distinct, that Eden knew it anywhere---a similar effect of Varric’s voice. Eden had looked over to the Champion with a curious glance. 

Had he looked discontented? Perhaps he needed to practice smiling more, but he couldn’t deny that he was utterly exhausted and had been for a long time. While it wasn’t uncommon to be tired of the mind--work and the state of the world brought its own set of stresses, but what afflicted Eden wasn’t so much a mental exhaustion, but one of the heart--a weariness that budded when he was a lad--only to have it grow throughout the years. 

It must have been evident on his freckled face for have Hawke speak so personally. It initially caught Eden off guard, and in a moment of reaction, he just simply smiled as he held his empty serving tray close to his chest. 

“Aye? Does it naught?” He replied quietly as he took a few steps towards the other. He gave a non nonchalant shrug of his broad shoulders. 

“ Ah was nae aware that the Champion oof Kirkwall was also a philosopher.” He dismissed playfully and looked away for a moment, his mismatched eyes of green and blue finding the empty glass on the adjacent table suddenly interesting. 

“ And pray tell, Serah Hawke, whit forgiveness should ah be carryin’?”